Si Maya.
May you get attacked by so many viruses that you can never re-spawn and kill us with your cubes, polygons, rendering, vertices, edges, faces and edge loop tools. We don't love you, never had and never will in the future, no use in enticing us with new Beta versions or whatever, we won't be touched. Toooooooo baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Hng.

This is life.
This is death.
And in the middle.
We are wandering around.

Yes we are hapless, we cannot go back to where we had excavated such a huge depression. There just ain't no place for us. We can't fit in anymore.

/Dayum. Where's all the vocab that I needed when doing scriptwriting. -.- ffffuuu steal my inspiration just when I needed it the most. Hai.

And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

And this I am willing to do.

I don't need a guy who can treat girls right, I need one who can treat me right.

:D